A poem about predators and their prey and how they find a way to relate. |
-Constant Desperation- by Keaton Foster Scream, bleed Continually find your way Through your forest of belief Doing whatever it takes Such is the antithesis Of your assuming hate. Not a hate of yourself That would go against Your oblivious teachings But of my undying rage And the despicable ways In which I manage to convey. In a state Of constant desperation I am sure that I seem But oh’ How altered appearances can be Easily I can make it all seem Like something that its not. I am a master of deception Lying to everyone but myself If we, you and I where creatures Well you would be an innocent lamb Standing there, naked, somewhat accused. And I would be a treacherous wolf Fearless and bearing every Impossibly terrifying truth I would say absolutely nothing As I come within the unrelenting Snap of my crooked jaw. Increasingly does it hurt to eat But for me the pain is much more To be even the slightest bit hungry It hurts to consume so much It aches to have Such an overstuffed gut. It is at times impossible to live But like any apex predator I always manage to find a way Unlike me, you have your faith Such blindness in the face Of absolute obliteration. It comforts you when Nothing else possibly could I admire such arrogance I wish I could be a fool like you But being such a fool does nothing To guarantee the survival of me. In a state Of constant desperation I appear to be But let me assure you There is nothing on this earth Further from any discernible truth I know what I am doing And I know that I am surviving… Constant Desperation Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |